Antique Lovin'

I like antiques. And I like people watching. So naturally I would love the Acorn Antique Show in Ogden. Thanks Cathy, Nolan and Neil for letting me tag along.

This is such a sad little picture from my phone. But trust me. It's the worlds coolest ring.
Cathy and I now have matching poison rings. To matching-ly poison Neil and Nolan.
Jk. We'd never do that. But we now have the means. 

So here is my new and wonderful antique shirt. It's gorgeous and I absolutely love it.
I promise I don't wear it around with pajama bottoms (like is pictured).
And I don't solely wear it in the bathroom (like is pictured). 

Here is Neil. He's a stud. He sends me pictures of himself on the days he knows he's lookin' pretty fine.
I appreciate this.
Here he models his new/antique vest. It is part of a 3-piece suit he found at the Acorn Antique Show.
Notice he also likes bathroom pictures.
Aaaaand he brought his pepsi in with him.

We also had a chance to spend some time at the cottage in Lewiston. For those of you who have no clue what I'm talking about, the cottage is the single most awesome house on planet earth. It is an old, victorian style, 7 bedroom house. Once a polygamist house, the Johnson family restored it to it's full potential of: awesome. When Neil first told me about it I seriously thought he was a habitual liar. BUT he's not folks. The magical "too good to be true" house actually exists. And it's perfect. Cathy has filled it with antiques galore. Along with hours of house-exploring-fun, there is a number of antique dresses I had the chance to try on (We're looking for a dress to match the 3 piece suit mentioned above. Why? 6 words. Alaska. Cruise. Formal. Dinner. June 7th.) Pictures soon to come. Hem-hem, Neil.

I'm not an animal lover. At all. If I were an animal lover, I'd love these:

1. A JACKALOPE

A. Why? Probably because of my somewhat awkward obsession with this clip: Boundin'

It's tacky. Don't judge me. I've only watched it like 8 times which is not as weird as some of you Disney princess lovers out there...

B. I am in love with the Jackalope Museum at the gas station in Dubois, WY.

This is Kaylen, Me, and Myka on the jackalope at the jackalope museum.
Ignore the fact that it is ridiculously tiny and shouldn't even be here.  

2. A LLAMA

A. They're freakishly majestic.

B. I want to take one on a pack trip.

3. AN OCTOPUS

A. It's just awkward. Yet I feel like the octopus has accepted its awkardness and made it the new cool.

 

4. A UNICORN

A. I know. I'm not dumb. Technically, unicorns are not real animals but this is why it mad my list:

     a. It's more realistic than an octopus (which actually is real).

     b. It's magical.

     c. It would make the best pet. I don't feel like it would be hard to clean up after a unicorn. I mean,       

 have you ever heard of a unicorn shedding? Pooping? I didn't think so.

All things are possible until they are proved impossible and even the impossible may only be so, as of now.
Pearl S. Buck

While not an "impossible" picture, it has the teton's in it. And at this moment,
EVERYTHING is impossible about that mountain.

I like when the impossible happens.

I had a dream...

I dreamt that I went on an adventure with Cait Christensen and Aubree Johnson. 

This is Cait. We are pals.

This is Aubree. We are not so pal like.
So it's kinda random that she was in this dream.

We ventured through water lines, old abandoned water plants, flooded dams and man made waterfalls. On one particular leg of the adventure, we came to a shallow pool of water that spilled over a small man-made waterfall into a HUGE, DEEP, SCARY pool of water that was flooding and violently swirling. The catch? We couldn't TOUCH the man-made waterfall. We had to swing over it. And there to make sure the rules were abided? Patrick Star. With an authoritative mustache.

This is Patrick Star. He was my childhood obsession.

Cait went first. She swung over the waterfall into the thrashing water. Thunk! We all thought she had sunk but it turns out the flooded pool was only 3 inches deep. Cait immediately turned into a tall man. With a three piece suit. And a top hat. Aubree and I were extremely weirded out at this point and refused to jump into the pool for fear of turning into a well dressed man.

The End.

I'm growing my hair out. Immediately.

I woke up to this message in my inbox this morning:

You are..Really damn cute. Idk how I didn't notice you in h.s. Hmm, I should've paid attention more ahha.


Flattering, right? Wrong.


It came from a she. Like a girl. I hope you're thinking... "Ooooohhh...." Not so flattering anymore. : / I mean, that is REALLY kind to let someone know you think they're cute. Really. It is. And I like this girl. She's a sweetheart. But when they're lesbian, and you're not. (Like, I'm really not lesbian. Not even close to being one.) It makes things really awkward.
I tried to be nice. I really did! I wrote back:


Ha! Thanks! We used to be PE buddies. Remember?


She responds:


Honestly, I really don't remember. Ha. I was normally on something every single day. Buuut, I'm surprised I don't remember /: feckin' A. You'd think I'd remember someone as cute as you haha


Tell me, HOW DO I RESPOND TO THAT?? *Sigh* I can't do this anymore. I'm growing my hair out. Long, luscious, drug-free, lesbian-free hair. 

A Guy In His Underwear.

Today, I discovered one of my Creative Arts buddies from last semester is in my Sociology class. I was overjoyed! He's a cool cat. We sat together in class and he walked me to my next class even though his leg hurt from "A tree attack..." while snowboarding. How sweet right? Wrong. 

I have a wonderful boyfriend. He'd walk me to class even if a bear had just ripped his leg off and thrown it across The Quad. So, walking me to class with a limp? Not impressed. 

Anyway, I'm putting out those strong "Let's Just Be Friend" vibes, just in case, (I'm assuming he and his old girlfriend are "no longer") when he stops me in front of my next class and asks if I'm busy on Saturday. In the process of answering that I definitely would be, a man a few yards away begins screaming. Perfect.

He pulled his shirt off. Threw his backpack down. Waved his arms. And then it came. Yep. The pants went down. Yes. 

So I'm SUPER distracted at this point. And Creative-Art's-Buddy is giving up hope of having a date? Hanging out? I'm not sure what he was asking for. (Girls never know what guys want these days.) Either way, Creative Arts buddy had an epic fail today. He may be cute. But you'll never get a date with a girl that has the CUTEST boyfriend and is standing a few yards away from a screaming man in his underwear. 

Promptastic.

Today I realize how grateful I am for promptings. Without promptings, I would be in a very different place right now. Listen to the little spiritual prods, and get awesome life bonus points. Thanks Promptings! Awwww shucks. I'm blessed.